Chapter 10 - The Unshakable Sky
The jet touched down smoothly on the private tarmac in Chicago just as the evening sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in deep shades of violet and gold.
As I walked down the metal stairs of the aircraft, the cool autumn wind caught my hair.
There were no cameras waiting. No cheating husbands. No stolen boarding passes or fake emergencies.
There was only the quiet, steady hum of the airfield, the blinking red lights of the terminal towers, and the vast, open sky stretching out endlessly before me.
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My mother’s words echoed softly in my mind: “Some people only build towers so they have a higher place to fall from.”
I walked toward the waiting black sedan, my posture straight, my head held high, ready to take command of the world I had inherited.
